Andrew and I drove up yesterday to Little Rock for the soccer regionals. We were given a "shortcut" through the Mississippi delta - the most endless, verdant farmland - cotton and corn and rice paddies - but we took 65S instead of 65N and ended up adding 3 hours to our trip. I was okay with the mistake, and so was A. He learned how to drive on two lanes, how to pass slower cars before the oncoming car hits you, that kind of stuff. My foot's sore from pressing the imaginary gas/brake, but we got into Little Rock just fine. I had a flashforward of him as a young man, driving his girlfriend/wife, and of what an easy travelling companion he'll be for some lucky woman. Quiet, singing to Dave Matthews or Lil' Wayne, spitting sunflower seeds into his Wendy's cup, happy in the landscape, handsome from the side.